, 1887-06-04

door. The crowd grew gin numberss and
turbulence, and surged UP to the very spot
where Mr.. O'Brien and Tenant Kilbride
we're standing. They groaned and Kissed
into Mr.. O'Brien's face such cries as
away traitor" "Down with the dyhaml-
ter" and "Gcd save the QUEEN
"Come on" said Mr.. CBrien, smiling,
"these men don't own the street" and the
party pushed through the crowd.
A riot seemed imminent, as the Orange
men were armed with stout sticks, just as
they were at the meeting in Queens park.
They came up to Mr.. OBrien as he
strobe along York street with his friends,
and showed him and joStled against him,
making several attempts 10 strike him III
the head with their sticks.
He lodged the blows, however, and his
friends rallied round him, but they were
as one to fifty. The body guard was brok-
en- again and again and Mr.. OBrien driven
up against the wall. Here the little party
stood at bay, Mr.. O'Brien shouting at the
top of his voice. "YOu cOwardly dogs.
don't you see that we are not armed? Let
US alone" Kisses and cries Of Cool save
the Queen" and groans for the d%ynamiters
greeted this appeal.
Two policemen stood near by, but made
no eRsrt to dispers6 the mob. The party
turned into King street, while the crowd
increased. From the windows OF some ct
the houses in this street banana stalks and
broken bricks were dropped down on the
crowd. Now the Orangemen began their
real attack. Bay street furnished u good
opportunity, being covered all over with
clay, broken bricks and cobbIe stones.
"Look out, O'Brien," shouted "A friend,
''the stones are coming, it's Belfast over
again"
80, it's all right" replied OBrien. sit
would be better for LanSdOwne ii they let
us alone" AS he spoke a vOlley Of bricks
and cobble stones came flying from the
centre of the Orangemen, missing heads
but knocking the plastering off an adjacent
wall. Shouts of "To hell with the Pope"
'Kill the t%raitor!" and so ON rose high
above the din. The OBrien party were
still on the side walk and the Orangemen
thronged the street. ID. T. Kellogg, Il re-
porter of The New York Sun, now rushed
behind O'Brien and was about to warn
him, when a StOne'struck O'Brien'S hat and
knocked it off. O'Brien stopped his head,
aud J. NJ. Wall of The NeW York Tribune,
who was standing by ..his side, lifted his
head to look in the direction whence the
missiles came, when a huge stone struck
him on the side Of the head and tumbled
him over.
O'Brien and his friends then turned into
Wellington street, the stones still flying
and the yells and groans louder, if posi-
bic than ever. O'Brien attempted to take
refuge in Sharp's laundry, and failing in
that, rushed into the bicycle store Of
Thomas Lalor, Jr., adjoining. A volley Of
stones shattered the windows and the mob
burst into the store yelling like demons
and showering missiles in the direction
which O'Brien had taken toward the end
Of the store. Some women screamed and
tainted, while the mob tumbled pell-mell,
helter-Skelter over bicycles and other ma.
chinery, smashing them one against the
other, in their savage fury and amid cries
of kill the traitor chang him" and CLANS
dOwne forever"
O'Brien, however, was safely led away
by D. eastman an official of the crown land
department., and reached the hotel in
safety.
The mob now seemed satiated. Mr.. La
lOr'S store was completely wrecked, and
several hundred dollars worth Of his pro-
perty destroyed.-Ibid.